Driveway - Berner, The Jacka, DNYCE

Yea, yo, Jack

Dnyce sup boy

They know we mafia boy

I think they know what this is

Yea

Niggas hold it down from Chi-Town to Baton Rouge

Any nigga come with that Mob sound could never lose

Off a quarter pound it all sounds incredible

I can hold it in but its better if I tell you bout

Flat black 7−1 everything electric yo

Just cause I traffic don’t mean I expect you to

I’m in the streets where it’s all about respect you know

Triple-stack Styrofoam damn its hard to let it go

Windows up medicating next to Highway Patrol

I don’t give a fuck with the steel clutched I’m on the move

Yea that’s the shit that you go through soon

Lean on my vocal tone, king I don’t need the throne

Stacks so big ain’t supposed to fold

Posters on the wall in every home they very known

Whoever thought this crime shit could carry on

Might seem scary from a place you gotta carry chrome

36 lights shine bright on these cherry clones

Headed down the 101 thinking bout the miles I drove

Could last forever when everybody’s mouths are closed

But if you telling grab the gasoline douse your clothes

Toss a match watch you burn till all doubts removed

When we’re gone it must be crazy

You must think about me baby

You must dream about me baby

The dope strands that I’ve seen lately

So dope won’t go off of my mind

Just jumped 2 states damn am I high

Just dumped 2 K’s (?) nigga driveway

No service on my cell boy I’m up in the hills

I brought paper with me shit I got the hundred forreals

I’m from the Yay (?)

Dark pink soda I don’t need no purp

Yea these factory stones on my Roley are nice

I’m on the hype late night we don’t lower the price

I’m running shit, I just ordered more lights

(?) we love the drought when it come around

We keep weight my name buzzing in another town

Baby say she want it raw, I’m loaded I just want the dome

You bought a choker-chain homie I just bought a home

We wash cash in cold water (?)

Race the police when we see the lights flashing

I hope I’m high when I pass

I’m out flexing in the UK

Suitcase full of new strains

Smoking good is just a way of life

You lost a whole box you better make it right

13 pocket full of Nade I had to take a flight

Look I’m on like I hit a whole plate of white

They must be crazy if they take (?)

When we’re gone it must be crazy

You must think about me baby

You must dream about me baby

The dope strands that I’ve seen lately

So dope won’t go off of my mind

Just jumped 2 states damn am I high

Just dumped 2 K’s (?) a nigga driveway

When we’re gone it must be crazy

You must think about me baby

You must dream about me baby

The dope strands that I’ve seen lately

So dope won’t go off of my mind

Just jumped 2 states damn am I high

Just dumped 2 K’s (?) a nigga driveway